I have been experiencing some extreme levels of mood swingings of late, courtesy of the club I follow. Infact, It was that day when Steve Bruce's head rolled on to the pitch from the hands of a bewitched supporter and scored a goal against us. It was about that time the spate of injuries kicked off.

The next four games are the most convoluted set of fixtures I can recall since err Hull's earlier this year. They played Villa, Chelski, us and United twice in 5 consecutive games or something like that. If only we could play Hull in our next few games and replay The Old Trafford game, I'd take it without a second thought.

by Felipe Hassin Pinto

Maddy's Note: You have got to envy this guy. Really. He sadly wasn't at the Grove last night. Then why envy him you ask? The reason for this uncustomary absence is that my mate Felipe is in sunny Rio for the biggest annual carnival in the world.

What we have here, is a weekend without football. It's not the international break, it's not any Christmas vacation like in La Liga, it's not a mega-boycott by all clubs over this increasingly heated-up issue of club finances with so many clubs. It is FA Cup weekend and three of the four clubs on this blog have crashed out unceremoniously from this glorious competition with its rich history, great heritage and a proven track record of generating 'David and Goliath' headlines.

Note: Yet another post not written by me. This time it is one of our regulars, S Karthikeyan a.k.a SK.

With eight games to go (9 in Chelsea's case) and this being the closest league finish in many many years. It presents endless opportunities for the dreamer in me to fantasize – A la Roshomon .

Presenting two of such tales with four crucial fixtures(chapters) taken as the crux.

Vishwa's Note: Yet another post not written by me. This time it is a Guest Column one of our regulars, S Karthikeyan a.k.a SK having a look at what the likely outcomes of the title race would be. From two managers' perspective.

With eight games to go (9 in Chelsea's case) and this being the closest league finish in many many years, it presents endless opportunities for the dreamer in me to fantasize – a la that Kurosawa classic, Rashomon.

Lots going on in the Red part of London this past week. A terrible refereeing decision which saw us play a whole half with ten men; a thoroughly gritty performance which brought about the best in Song, Eboue and the much maligned Denilson. One of those performances which have made everyone wake up, smell the coffee and acknowledge us as genuine contenders for the title this year.